i am not a girl
and i am not alive
a false mind
inhabits my nerves.
i am
the output,
his action,
his voice.
his freedom hesitates
and pries open my lips.
i wish i could tell her,
it's not her fault.
he pulls at your sense,
he piles on the stress.
he is the monster
and he is the air.
i am not a girl
and i am not alive.
i am
a beating heart,
trembling lungs,
a prisoner.
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